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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/25996045">Blinding Defenses</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Angel_made_of_scars/pseuds/Angel_made_of_scars'>Angel_made_of_scars</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Sanders Sides (Web Series)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>But only in certain conditions, Father-Son Relationship, Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Not meant to be romantic, Panic Attacks, Touch-Averse, but if you squint it could be?</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-08-19</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-08-19</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-06 03:00:41</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,253</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/25996045</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Angel_made_of_scars/pseuds/Angel_made_of_scars</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Janus was not good at showing affection. He never had been. Self preservation meant holding back when he didn’t trust those around him, and whether that be strangers, or the other sides inside the mind, he just wasn’t the best at opening up. It meant when he had sleepless nights, he didn’t go to the others. He didn’t wake the, very naked, Remus or Virgil in the other room. He didn’t go to the light sides, that was for sure. He suffered through it. His mind feeding him- lies. He always assumed Virgil was the same way. After all, he never wanted to be touched.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Anxiety | Virgil Sanders &amp; Deceit | Janus Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders &amp; Morality | Patton Sanders</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>8</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>64</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Blinding Defenses</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>I just want a hug from Janus honestly, but the feeling of not liking anyone coming up behind me when I’m vulnerable is a huge mood for me, and so I decided to write it in the point of view of my emotional support character!</p>
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    <p>Janus was not good at showing affection. He never had been. Self preservation meant holding back when he didn’t trust those around him, and whether that be strangers, or the other sides inside the mind, he just wasn’t the best at opening up. It meant when he had sleepless nights, he didn’t go to the others. He didn’t wake the, very naked, Remus or Virgil in the other room. He didn’t go to the light sides, that was for sure. He suffered through it. His mind feeding him- lies.</p><p>He figured Virgil was the same. He represented paranoia after all. He always had panic attacks, anxiety attacks, upset stomachs. And he could never really speak until later, when he started to shift to form anxiety, the result of Thomas’ mind coming to terms with the fact that the fear wasn’t going away, it was a fact of himself.</p><p>When Virgil had attacks in the past, he had come to his room, in the darkness of the mind. It was always so dark in his room. Lights would flash at random, strobing. He didn’t see a discernible piece of furniture other than a bed.</p><p>He would offer a hand, which Virgil rarely touched, and lead him into his own room, to the soft golden sheets and the snake plushie that Remus had laughingly created. It had six arms, and could hardly be called a snake. Maybe an ant more like. Either way, Virgil would wrap himself around it and shudder through breaths, and flinch when Janus tried to touch him, to comfort him. So he sat beside him. He was there if he was needed.</p><p>Lately though, through the reappearance, or rather reemergence of Remus, Virgil had been having them more frequently, and it affected the mind more. Virgil could always control shadows. It was a part of him. He had even shown it in Thomas’s, what was it, Halloween Christmas show?</p><p>Now, as Janus stood outside his door in the light part of the brain, he watched the hall light flicker and dim, and the light inside his room strobe and cut off from under the door. He must have it manifested as his bedroom and not Thomas’ living area. He should move on, or do something. Do anything but stand there watching. Except-</p>
<hr/><p>
  <em>“I saw you. I just want to know how you did it.” Janus said, cornering Patton against his bedroom door.</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“Did what?”</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“Calmed him down. I’ve tried for years. He just doesn’t want to be touched. He never did. And you just did it anyway, and it worked. I know a lie anywhere, and Virgils feelings of comfort were no lie.”</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“Well... why don’t you ask him?” Patton rebuffed. There was an attempt to seem intimidating, but it came off as worried, and caring. He cared. He didn’t want to speak for Virgil.</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“I’m asking you, morality. You’re a ball of sunshine, and he is a storm cloud waiting to strike with lightning. If I ask, he will deny me that information. You know that, so don’t try to fool me.” Janus said softly. Patton sighed and his shoulders dropped. He was getting more comfortable around Janus, but wasn’t completely there yet.<br/>
</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“He doesn’t like to be touched... on the back. Where he can’t see who’s doing it.” Patton said quietly.</em>
</p><p>
  <em>It clicked. For years he had tried to go to the shoulders, the back, or just not touching him at all, but nothing helped. He never seemed comfortable. He even approached from the front, but Virgil had always pushed himself backwards to touch the wall. He thought Virgil felt threatened. Janus had always sat beside him on the bed. Virgil had always had his head ducked out of reflex. He couldn’t see him.</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“I’m a bad father.” Janus huffed, and Patton blinked in surprise before perking up. <br/>
</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“No! No you’re... we’re doing our best. You and me have been around the longest, and I didn’t know Roman is allergic to kiwi until a few days ago! Not knowing things, or how to do them isn’t bad unless you never try to learn.” Patton smiled.</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“How did you find out?”</em>
</p><p>
  <em>“I gave him a kiwi popsicle and his lips swelled.” Patton said guiltily. Janus nodded, then slowly, he sank away.</em>
</p>
<hr/><p>Virgils lighting was having an uproar, becoming bright and whirring from inside before flickering and cutting out once more. Dust blew from under the door. Janus put a hand on the doorknob. He should just go in. Just go. He could definitely do this, and was not at all worried about further distancing their relationship if he failed.</p><p>But that was a lie. He should get Patton, or Logan. Roman maybe even. The brother wouldn’t be happy to see him, but if it was for Virgil maybe he would be thanked at least. ‘Off to save my chemically imbalanced romance!’ he would say. Out of the corner of his eye Janus picked out movement, and he turned swiftly. He didn’t realize he held his arm up blocking the door until Patton raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.</p><p>“You got this one.” Patton said. And it wasn’t a question of whether he did, or he could. The light side has been encouraging him more and more since he vowed to help Thomas with self care. He believed Janus could do this. Within a moment of bravery, he was opening the door.</p><p>At the sight of him, Virgils lights strobed again, and he pulled his hood further down over his face. His knuckles were in a white-grip and the other hand rubbed at his face in a stimming effort that Janus was sure would rub his skin raw. Janus’ eyes hurt, badly. He always hated this. The snake eye was sensitive to light. He shut it, but the flashing persisted even behind his eyelid.</p><p>“Let’s go Virgil. Like old times.” He proposed. His voice reverberated. The room must have been in worse shape than he thought. In fact, he couldn’t even see the walls it was so dark now, without the flashing. Just Virgil, huddled in on himself, and the dim light that surrounded them now as Virgil practically held his breath.</p><p>“Virgil... may I lift you?” Janus asked quietly. Virgil finally looked up. The lights flashed, and Janus saw tears shimmering off his cheeks, and black lines running down. His own emotions flared, and he bent down in front of the younger, hesitating only a moment before holding out his arms. </p><p>Virgil broke, for the first time Janus had ever witnessed with his own eyes. He sobbed and fell forward, letting Janus catch him with a move that he would later swear Janus had practiced, and which Janus would never confide to be practiced on another young king so long ago.</p><p>He scooped him up and was standing in an instant, keeping his hands under his thighs. He moved his hand just once, to open the door, and then they were in the hall. It was quiet, so much more than Virgils room where every sound he made under his breath echoed through the dark at an alarming volume.</p><p>Janus sank to the ground and sat, criss-cross, holding Virgil there as he continued to sob and gasp for breath. It was the closest they had been in... well since he became the Anxiety they all knew today. He had hugged Janus goodbye around that time. Now though, he buried his face in Janus’ capelet, and his hands groped for sturdy foundation for his cracking house, digging his fists into his shirt and capelet alike.</p><p>“I’d like to- I’d like to do more. Give me a sign that I may touch your head.” Janus said gently. He waited, more than a minute, and just when he thought Virgil was going to shut down and become silent, his cries worsened again and he tapped his knuckles on Janus’ back. He had been holding his breath again, Janus realized.</p><p>Slowly, slowly he trailed his hand from under Virgils thigh to up his side, up his arm, shoulder, and to his hair, making sure he knew where his hand was. Virgil squirmed and shied away until he started making circles in his hair with his short-trimmed nails and fingertips. He slowly started to breathe, still gasping in jerking rhythm every few moments.</p><p>“May I use the other hand to hold you?” Janus queried, and the instant jerking nod he received almost stopped him. It was startlingly different from years ago, and he wondered if Virgil was even conscious of what he was doing.</p><p>“Don’t want anyone behind me.” Virgil croaked, all in a rushed breath, his voice torn and congested. He was telling the truth. He was in the hall, facing a wall, and he couldn’t defend himself from behind. So Janus trailed his arm up and around, touching Virgils other side with his fingers. He held tight, and continued to play dulcimer string cords into his hair, gently starting to sway to his own melody.</p><p>It was getting quiet. He was going to miss this. Virgil was only having these attacks of recent because of everything going on. The callback cancelation, the intrusive thoughts, the moral argument. He was afraid because Janus needed to be around. But what Janus feared was that Virgil may be afraid for more reason than just that; the reason of him being around as a person, as a side, around him.</p><p>Janus knew he hated the dark side of the mind. He hadn’t realized how much he himself did as well until he was invited to stay and move his room topside. Everything was brighter. The air itself wasn’t humid and stifling, nor was it dark. It smelled nicer, and had a calming aura. And Janus may remind Virgil of all those awful things.</p><p>“More.” Virgil said, barely above a whisper. Janus’ hand stilled, but he didn’t move.</p><p>“More of what, lightning?” And Janus nearly cursed, because he hadn’t called Virgil that since he was a child. He didn’t want to bring up bad memories. As it happened, he did not.</p><p>“Arms.” Virgil whispered. He shook his head as he said it, like he was cursing himself for even asking, but Janus wasn’t going to deny him.</p><p>A trick Janus happened to have was manifesting multiple arms, six in fact. His skin was reflective of a “lying snake”, an armless creature, but his body more like a spider, or an octopus. He took two more arms out lower down, shushing gently as he moved them up to hold Virgil around the waist, and another two in the middle to play with his hair double, and draw circles into his shoulder blade on his right.</p><p>Virgil hummed and nodded, seemingly saying it was ok, but soon shivers wracked his body once more. The light in the hall flickered, and more tears fell, making Janus stop moving completely. Virgil hiccuped and gasped a breath, coughing. Janus patted him lightly, but did nothing else, until-</p><p>“Keep- sorry. No- sorry, I-”</p><p>“You’ve got nothing to apologize for. What’s upsetting you? Tell me what I should do to help.” Janus said calmly.</p><p>“Just this. Just. I never got to do this. Why now?” Virgil shook out. Janus’ jaw opened, then shut just as quickly. He wasn’t about to play off the tension by lying.</p><p>“I never knew how.”</p><p>
  <em>You always rejected- you always pushed away- you- I. I didn’t understand.</em>
</p><p>“I didn’t understand what you needed, how you needed- this. I tried-”</p><p>
  <em>But you always shied away- you always cried- you never even asked- but I didn’t ask. Do not blame him for your own lack of understanding.</em>
</p><p>“I tried to do this, but I never asked you why you didn’t want affection. I never understood what I was doing wrong in keeping you safe from your own thoughts. I never thought that you may not feel safe with-”</p><p>
  <em>Me. Remus. The others. The darkness.</em>
</p><p>“-your surroundings. I wanted to help but I failed. And that had nothing to do with you. Or any lack of my want to understand. I just didn’t learn what you needed.”</p><p>
  <em>And I want to make up for that. I want to keep trying. I wanted to raise you, and help you figure out your role. I wanted to be there, but you- I aided in us falling apart.</em>
</p><p>“I want to learn now.” Janus concluded.</p><p>Virgil heaved and sobbed, hugging Janus properly around the neck and shoulders, and whispering something along the lines of ‘thank you’ into his shoulder. Janus held him back, tighter than he should, and swallowed around a lump caught in his throat. That was new, these emotions.</p><p>Forgiveness. Acceptance. Gratitude. Maybe if he could make things right with Roman, he could finally be there for Virgil more. He knew he hadn’t been completely accepted, but showing Virgil the care he hadn’t given him all those years ago due to a lack of communication was a start. None of it was ever Virgils fault. Their falling apart wasn’t him. It wasn’t Janus either, necessarily. But it was a mix of misreading, emotions gone unheard, and unsolved. And he intended to do better this time, even if Virgil was no longer a child.</p><p>“Do you think your room will be alright now?” Janus asked quietly. It took a moment for Virgil to respond.</p><p>“No. The others- they go in and get anxious. I can handle that but, just not right now. It would probably-”</p><p><em>‘Happen again’</em> hung heavy in the air of unspoken words, and Janus nodded. He moved his arms slowly, deliberately, keeping them touching his body so he could count how many touches he was feeling. He moved them under Virgils thighs again and stood, hiking Virgil up on his hips, before setting a slow pace towards his room.</p><p>He didn’t want to brag about winning over Virgil, not at all. It would feel particularly ‘gross’ in that moment to brag about helping someone down from an anxiety attack. But he couldn’t help the smirk when he felt a set of eyes on him as he entered his own room, knowing it had come from Romans door, and knowing Virgil didn’t see. He knew right about now Patton was stopping Roman from barging in, because, well, he could hear it just the tiniest bit through the walls of the mind. And he quickly blocked it from entering his room.</p><p>Gently he set Virgil on the bed, where he used to sit as a child, and knelt to pull a tote from under the bed frame. Virgils tired red eyes widened upon seeing the old snake-with-six-arms plushie. He held it out to Virgil wordlessly, and Virgil took it without any protest.</p><p>“Tea?” Janus offered, hiding away his arms in a spinning move, and presenting instead a mug.</p><p>“What kind?” Virgil asked, clearing his throat.</p><p>“Chai cinnamon-ginger.” Janus declared, giving a small smirk when Virgils eyes widened a second time.</p><p>“Do you uh- do you remember what I used to call this?” Virgil asked. He was pensive again in an instant, but Janus just chuckled.</p><p>“Anxie-tea.”</p><p>“Anxie-tea, yeah. Cause of all the soothing junk.” Virgil nodded, taking a deep breath and sipping the steaming mug.</p><p>“Would you like me to clean your face?” Janus spoke up. He produced a makeup wipe, but Virgil flinched almost immediately.</p><p>“No.” And Janus thought he had messed things up again. That Virgil would set down the items and flee, until-</p><p>“I’ll take it. I can do it myself. I don’t- no one is allowed to touch my face except me.” Virgil mumbled. Janus dipped his head, taking a breath and handing him the wipe, taking the mug momentarily as Virgil traded him. He stiffened for a moment, before beginning to wipe off the crusted and smeared eyeshadow.</p><p>“Why are you doing this?” Virgil snapped suddenly. Janus hissed involuntarily, before biting his tongue and standing. Virgil was watching him now, and he was on edge again. The soothing mood had vanished with the question, doubt creeping up inside Virgils mind and nagging, nagging, nagging, not letting him be at ease.</p><p>“I did not lie. To be accepted, to help Thomas to the fullest, I need to be accepted by everyone. And to do that-”</p><p>“You have to butter us up like a movie theater bucket of popcorn.”</p><p>“No! No.” Janus snapped, clenching his hands into fists. This was going so well. Why did he bring him in here? Why did he even-</p><p>Janus sank. His shoulders dropped and he sighed, coming as close to “flopping” down on the bed as he could, given he always sat up properly. He put his head in his hands, and Virgil hesitated. He couldn’t really get up and leave now, could he? He shouldn’t at least.</p><p>“I just want to get it right this time.” Janus said quietly. Virgil opened and shut his mouth, but said nothing.</p><p>“I know I’m the villain. But I don’t say that looking for sympathy, or trying to create a- slimy situation. I merely wanted to help you. I want to help you more often. I want to- continue this. I meant everything I said earlier.” Janus sighed. He clasped his hands in his lap and hung his head. Then there was a touch, hovering over his shoulder, and he didn’t look, didn’t give indication that he knew, until Virgils hand touched his shoulder blade.</p><p>“Well you did. Help. I mean, you did... good. Sorry about that though.” Virgil sighed.</p><p>“You have no need to apologize.” Janus said, giving him a small smile. Virgil dipped his head, before sipping his tea again.</p><p>“This is exactly how I remember it.”</p><p>“I kept the recipe. I always have some ready in case you stop- by.”</p><p>“No seriously, no motive behind this?” Virgil questioned, giving him a look. He looked more like Thomas now, without his makeup on.</p><p>“Virgil, I know you crave a parent just as you crave a romantic partner, but don’t leave just because I’ve started this conversation. Hear me out.” Janus said quickly. Virgil made a face and took a long drink of the tea before motioning for him to continue.</p><p>“I never had that. I never craved that. I was formed into existence as a full adult being. I arrived knowing my purpose, albeit simple at the time. ‘Take that piece of candy Thomas, it’s not hurting anyone if you sneak it into your tiny mouth, because it brings you joy.’ versus Patton. He was brought in as a full adult as well. At the time we looked more like... cartoons. A figment. Patton’s good roles telling him not to disobey, and not long after, Logan coming along to tell Thomas that touching sharp objects would hurt, and that eating more pepper flakes off the table will not cancel out the burning from the first bit of pepper flakes.” Janus ranted. Virgil choked back a laugh, and Janus continued.</p><p>“It’s this kind of thinking that led myself and Patton towards adoring children, adoring Thomas. I’m not sure where it led Logan, probably down a path of never wanting to have to take care of anything more complicated than a fish ever again. And then... Romulus split. I had a child to watch after. Thomas’ mind itself split, and I was pushed away. And I totally didn’t think about not watching after Remus.” Janus rolled his eyes. He quickly straightened and continued.</p><p>“He was not something I could handle. I thought, that is. But then I found out how he operated, and made sure he never left my sight. Until you came along. You were- I definitely wouldn’t say perfect, but much easier.” Janus admitted.</p><p>“But why? I was always throwing fits, and I was mute for years.” Virgil chimed in.</p><p>“You were, but I wouldn’t call them fits. And you were blissfully quiet. I fed you whatever Thomas was having. I kept Remus from tying you up in your sleep and roasting you over a fire. I read you both tales of a serpent king before bed. The anxiety attacks were the difficult part.” Janus sighed. Virgil shifted in his position, and Janus looked up.</p><p>“None of it was your fault. I just didn’t know what to do. And the mind was so split that I couldn’t ask for help from Patton any longer. So I sat by you. I watched these muffled-scream, hands over your ears, rocking and twitching attacks turn to anxiety attacks that were silent and yet overstimulated, through the passage of time and development, and I watched them happen over and over, and I couldn’t help you. I didn’t have the right technique.” Janus admitted.</p><p>“Well what changed? I mean, why today? Why now, when you’re here, and why do you still keep my tea blend around, and this stuffed animal, and- I mean what made you learn how to approach- that?” Virgil grimaced.</p><p>“‘That’ being you. My... for lack of a better, more appropriate term, my child. Who I raised, and who I pushed away. I always kept the snake. I never came close to getting rid of it. And if I had, it would have just end up with Patton. The tea, I reasoned that one day I would show you how to make. The ingredients, how to tie the bags, everything. We never got to that point. And listen to me, I sound like a light. Sentimental.” Janus scoffed. But it was a lie. He wanted to feel the things he was feeling now. And Virgil was reading him this time.</p><p>“You didn’t finish answering.”</p><p>“Right. Well, I spied. Not on purpose, but I walked into the living area to see Patton holding you. And I felt... I felt.”</p><p>“Felt... what?” Virgil pried. Janus sighed dramatically.</p><p>“Jealousy. And confusion. And so I followed him to see what he would do, and he carried you all the way to his own room and let you rest. I asked him to tell me how he had done it, how you let him touch you so closely. How I could do it right this time.” Janus added.</p><p>“And he just told you how to approach me? You didn’t manipulate him?”</p><p>“No. He was hesitant, but I only wanted the best. I wanted to help. So he gave me minimal detail. You don’t like not being able to defend behind you. I will say, if you ever feel as though you have reason to need defending, you may always stay here.” Janus offered. His face was sincere, and Virgil groaned dramatically.</p><p>“Well now I can’t turn you down.”</p><p>“What?” Janus said quickly. Virgil finished off the mug of tea in one smooth gulp, before handing it to Janus and stretching. Janus was sure he was planning to leave, tell him that it was appreciated and he would be back some other time. Instead he shed his hoodie and slid back on the bed, getting comfortable on the side closest to the wall.</p><p>“What are you doing?”</p><p>“I’m... giving you a chance to get it right. Look, I don’t trust you completely. You’re a natural liar. I don’t completely believe you want the best for Thomas. But... you’re telling the truth right now. You have the entire time. And it means a lot and stuff, so as long as I don’t wake up with bad words on my face, or hog tied by Remus, I’ll stay here for tonight. And you can have a chance to do whatever it is you didn’t do before that you’re upset about. Your call.” Virgil offered. Janus just blinked a few times. He had accepted. He was getting a chance to be a good parent. He could do this.</p><p>“Yes! Right! You’re too old for stories, you’re nearly twenty five. Younger than I or Patton, given Patton is always ready for story time though. What about a film- movie, um, Todd Sweeney?” Janus offered excitedly. He moved his arm and suddenly a tv on a side table appeared in front of the end of the bed.</p><p>“Yeah alright, and a drink with a fancy umbrella?” Virgil snarked. Janus’ lip curled.</p><p>“You’ve just had an anxiety attack, you hardly need alcohol. Besides, if Remus found out, I’d have to give him some too and then frankly I’d need double that amount.” Janus quipped. Virgil snorted, and Janus gave the smallest smirk, pretending not to notice.</p><p>“How about I go refill your tea and come back once I’ve tucked in Remus with the other dark sides?”</p><p>“He still wants to be tucked in?”</p><p>“Always. He’s a child at heart, but a disturbed one.” Janus smirked. This time Virgil did chuckle, and nod in agreement.</p><p>“Yeah ok, just tell Patton I’m in here. I would go do it myself but my legs are kind of jelly at the moment, and I don’t want him to freak.” Virgil admitted. Janus dipped his head and opened the door, the now warm, not-flickering hallway light spilling in for just a moment before he exited into the hall and shut the door behind him. He was sure Patton wasn’t panicking though. Because as he shut the door, he was enveloped by a blue polo-clad hug.</p><p>“I’m glad you’re getting along again.” Patton said simply. Janus decided on the spot that maybe he had six arms for a reason. That reason being, hugging the side that showed you how to properly hug your son.</p>
  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Hope you liked it! :D</p></blockquote></div></div>
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